Sight of Bliss

By Alix
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A scene with friends behind the moonlight and the sky full of stars.

Sight of Bliss

Talking ’bout our place
In the universe
Swinging in winter
worries away,
Cold statue hands
But not as cold as your face
When you wish upon,
Starting anew

Somewhere with rain,
Chocolate everyday.
All it takes is one plane,
And away with the pain

You made your corner
The center of my sight
Planets rotating around us in order
Like some sort of spell,
The universe is a carousel!
You’re ready to decline,
Shall I stop you there?

Tis night shan’t be,
awakened.
Cause somehow
after feelings unrequired
And emotional misfires
The beasts crashed.
“The galaxy transpires
In this intense dark abyss
In front of living things
Who are we to dismiss
A sight of bliss”

Tomorrow you can start packing,
After tonight you can start worrying
About what’s lacking,
But this night should stain you with it’s dark blue
These are the memories that stay true,
Because somehow
With knives on our backs
And intentions led astray
The beasts crashed.
“The galaxy comes to play
In this intense dark abyss
In front of unworthy living things
Who are we to dismiss
A sight of bliss”

24 November, 2022